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Chloe stood on the porch, barefoot in the mud. “How do you tell them apart?” she asked.

Chirp.

He went to his workshop—a converted shed that smelled of WD-40 and mothballs—and pulled out a box of shims, a caulking gun, and a roll of fine mesh screen. For three hours, he crawled around the foundation of his house, sealing every crack bigger than a pencil lead. He reinforced the porch screens. He trimmed the oak branches that scraped the roof. geckos in bradenton